The Buddha, the Awakened One, was a true philosopher, a scientist seeing through the deeper nature of all things and on the nature of experiencing them.

Jesus Christ impresses one as having insights into the magic of a proper and holy life.  He understands how you have to live.  A coach.  It's hard to get him out of your mind.

Poverty, uncertainty, trying to keep up the energy to work your job and then have all the worries on top of that, yes, not easy.  A burden.  One he eases.  And he's about the only one to go on, a lot of the time, the only one who gives you hope, otherwise it's all failure.  And he fails too.  Which makes it better, and worse, real...

And then there's little point to writing.  Then it becomes a matter of conveying the truth of The Father.  Faith.  Practice.  Observance.

Monks do their thing quietly.  Away from the city's walls.

And all the things you think you might want, as it is popular to want them, it turns out those things have little to do with actual human dignity.

And that you yourself were working along at dignified things... just a quiet monk.